4 chords (& a head full of bollocks)

creation is addiction, reality's restriction
but I can't make it go away
& when these songs are done this world is still a bitter one
& it really doesn't matter what I say

my signal's faint & too erratic, pissing in the wind of static
communication is problematic
we may both be enlightened but we've got no common zens -

I've just got
4 chords, & a head full of bollocks
4 chords, that's all that I need
one more would be too sentimental
& any less could not express
the emptiness between the word and deed

so just carry on without me, don't ever think about me
forget I ever said a word
it's just that nothing's true & I really don't know what to do but
make like you never even heard

why are we so scared of silence, of life without this sonic violence?
you can leave - I give you license
we may both be enlightened but we've got no common zens